LAST LOVE by Theodor Tyutchev

Oh, how in our declining years

We love more tenderly, superstitiously...

Shine, shine, farewell lantern

Of last love, evening  afterglow

Half the sky is enveloped in shadow,

Only there, in the west, does a radiance wander,

Linger, linger, evening shy day,

Last, last longer this share power

Let the blood in our veins grow thin,

But tenderness in our hearts never wanes...

O you, last love! My orienter!

You are both bliss and despair pains…